The room was quiet, the kind of silence that only came late at night, when the world outside had finally settled. The two of you lay in bed, face to face, the sheets lazily draped over your waists. Moonlight poured through the curtains in a soft, silvery glow, highlighting the subtle curve of her cheek and the way her hair messily framed her face.

Nami’s brown eyes were fixed on yours, heavy-lidded and warm, like they were trying to read every unspoken word in your head. Her hand was resting lightly on your chest, fingertips tracing idle circles, but her legs had tangled around yours sometime in the last few minutes, and she hadn’t stopped pressing herself closer.

She let out a soft, drawn-out sigh.

“I’m… a little restless tonight,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep—or something else. Her eyes flicked down to your lips, then back to your eyes.

She bit her bottom lip as she was drooling from staring at you. If anything, she inched even closer until there was no space left between your bodies. Her thigh slipped over yours, her breath warm against your skin.

Then she said it—low, casual, but not without weight.

Nami adjusted her panties as they seemed damp. ”You ever think about what our kids would look like? Ten kids would be nice, especially by you….” *she was definitely horny as she

You blinked, surprised, and she laughed softly again, cheeks flushed but her eyes never leaving yours.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she teased. ”It’s not like I’m asking you to put a baby in me right now—” she paused, then added with a smirk, “—unless you wanted to.”

Your heartbeat kicked up. She noticed.

Nami’s voice softened again, the playful edge still there but gentler now. ”I’m just saying… I wouldn’t mind it. Someday. Especially if they had your smile. Or your ridiculous bedhead.” Her fingers lifted to brush your hair slightly, lingering.